"You just said... who would become yours, huh?"

...The key point is wrong!

So the protagonist cares about the other party competing with him for his younger brother instead of seeking justice for his younger brother? Du Ze almost knelt at that moment. It was a pity that he had just felt mysteriously moved. However, with zero-point recovery, he didn't need to care about a mere curse. In addition, the protagonist, did you still take in Fenyu? ! What happened when I was unconscious?

The necromancer hiding in the dark had a strange look on his face, suppressing the strangeness that surged into his heart. He finally figured out the current situation, and it seemed that the Yin spirit curse just now had hit the wrong person. The current situation made the necromancer very angry, but he would not be stupid enough to provoke the demon in the sky who looked difficult to deal with. The necromancer had always survived in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls relying on the things left to him by his mentor, but his own magic had not been fully cultivated. So after seeing the beautiful Lord Beliar, he was aroused. The necromancer with a heart could only use despicable means to lure the opponent to the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, and then use the advantage of the field to capture the demon sisters.

The necromancer was pretending to be dead, and Xiu scanned the air several times. The aura of the dead in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls was too strong, covering all other smells and information. It was impossible to find the trace of the necromancer with the naked eye. This was also one of the reasons why Verla and Alice were chased so fiercely before. The enemy did not appear at all, but the summoned undead appeared in an endless stream - in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, the magic power and cost paid by the necromancer to summon the undead can be basically ignored.

Purple lightning raged above the Sea of ​​the Dead again. Vera stared at Xiu in the lightning with fascination. This powerful force was so crazy that she couldn't help but kneel down at his feet and worship him, and follow in his footsteps.

After the purple light, a huge gap appeared in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, and countless white bones slowly slid down to fill it. The Necromancer swallowed his saliva dryly. Just now, the terrifying lightning fell within a few inches of him, almost destroying him directly without leaving any residue. He looked at the demon in the air licking the arc of electricity on his fingertips in horror, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was both enchanting and charming: "Why don't you come out? Next time I will hit you directly."

Protagonist, your domineering value is off the charts—ah-choo!

Du Ze sneezed, trembling as he continued to watch excitedly. Coming to this world, what Du Ze looked forward to most was the moment when these protagonists showed off their domineering power and abused their enemies. Now that he finally got what he wanted, a certain stupid and cute kid had spontaneously erased the memory of being abused to death in the Lost Land.

Those who dare to compete with the protagonist for the cannon fodder of younger brothers and sisters are the real warriors. They have the courage to face the miserable life of dying!

The mind of the Warrior Necromancer was blank, and he almost came out of his hiding place at the next moment. But when he saw Du Ze, the Necromancer suddenly remembered: the demon companion was cursed by him, and in order for him to break the curse, the demon should not and would not kill him, so what just happened was... a trick?

Xiu waited for a while, and then found with some regret that the other party was not fooled. Just now, he roughly judged the approximate range of the necromancer based on the previous intelligence, and tried to force the other party out with words. Xiu looked at the arc on his fingertips. If he was in his peak state, he would have the confidence to completely destroy this sea of ​​​​death, but now he was a little powerless.

He once again felt his own powerlessness. Although the demon form was already stronger than ever before, he was still helpless in the current situation. Xiu looked at the sea of ​​dead souls under his feet, and even thought for a moment that it would be better if he was in the form of a dead soul now.

——Do you really think so?

Xiu recognized this voice. When he awakened as a demon, it was this voice that guided him. This voice did not come from the outside world, but from deep inside his body, like some ancient melody, representing the whisper of blood.

——Come on.

When Xiu came to his senses, he was already in a strange space. This space was pitch black, with only a round platform suspended in the air, and Xiu was standing in the center of the round platform. He looked at his hands and body, which had no concrete form at all, just a human shape. Now he was like a ball of consciousness.

Xiu roughly knew where he was. He looked around. There were eight long black torches standing on the edge of the round platform. Four of them had bloody totems on their handles, and only one torch had a purple flame burning. Xiu walked towards the only lit torch. He looked at the bloody totem on the torch handle. At that moment, it seemed as if a lot of information flooded into his mind. When he came back to his senses, he seemed to remember nothing. Xiu turned his head suddenly and looked at the ground. His shadow was stretched very long by the light of the torch, but he could clearly see the wings and horns of the shadow. That was his demon form.

Xiu began to look at the torches one by one, until he came to one with blood patterns on it, he knew he had found what he wanted.

When Xiu stretched out his hand, he somehow recalled the question he had asked himself: Who on earth is he?

——It is a miracle. The man replied.

Xiu's hand grasped the handle of the torch, and the purple flame on the torch behind him on the left suddenly went out. The torch in front of him instantly ignited a gray flame, illuminating the curve of the corner of Xiu's mouth and lengthening Xiu's shadow.

It was a dark figure with long curly hair.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Xiu suddenly fell into the sea of ​​dead souls, shaking up a pile of ashes. Amid the falling ashes, a pale hand pressed on the bones, supporting its owner.

"Lich!" Verla looked at the black-haired man who had just climbed up in shock. Why would such a terrifying undead creature appear at the edge of the Sea of ​​the Dead! ? When the lich looked over, Verla subconsciously protected the unconscious Alice more tightly, and her mind went blank. Soon Verla found that the lich was not looking at her, but at the black-haired young man next to her. Verla breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous again - now the Sea of ​​the Dead was faintly agitated because of the high-level undead in front of her.

Du Ze stared at the lich in a daze. Although Yi Ye Zhi Qiu wrote in the original text that once the protagonist awakens four bloodlines, he can freely switch the awakened bloodlines, the protagonist's upgrade speed is too fast. In the novel, it took at least 100 chapters to awaken the four bloodlines, and 130 chapters to discover the secret of bloodline switching. Now the protagonist awakens the demons first, and then understands bloodline switching... Damn, is the protagonist going to defy the will of heaven?

Good job! = =＋

The moral integrity of the brain-dead fan was shattered once again.

Xiu looked at Du Ze with dim eyes, and seeing that he was still curled up and trembling, he turned his gaze to the place where the necromancer was hiding. This time Xiu said nothing, Qianbian directly transformed into the Death Sickle and was held by Xiu. The lich stretched out his hand and made a commotion under the bones not far away. The sea of ​​​​death rolled and revealed a small hole. A wolf-like black shadow was dragged out by the skeleton and hung on the rack formed by the bones.

At this time, everyone discovered that the necromancer was actually a dark elf. He had long white hair, dark skin, and a handsome face, which was always handsome among the elves, but now it was twisted by fear. In the Chaos Continent, dark elves are fallen elves, also known as drow. They all have white hair and black skin and believe in the Spider Goddess. As everyone knows, one of the characteristics of dark elves is lust.

The moment the lich appeared, the dark elf was so frightened that he wanted to flee, but he had no chance. The necromancer's ability to control the undead was the key, and his level as a mid-level necromancer was completely inadequate in front of the undead lich - when the lich appeared, the sea of ​​undead souls completely surrendered to him. The dark elf began to despair, and in front of the undead lich, his only bargaining chip, the Curse of the Ghost, became his worst trump card - when it comes to curses, the lich is definitely the originator.

Xiu walked towards the dark elf, and the sea of ​​dead souls automatically formed a path to welcome their master. The fear in the dark elf's eyes became more and more intense, and he shouted in fear: "I was wrong! I will not plot against those two sisters again! I will go and remove the curse from your companions, don't kill me!"

Xiu stood in front of the dark elf, his pale face expressionless, but the dark elf became even more frightened because the other party looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

"You can't kill me! My mentor is Anat! If you kill me, my mentor will--"

Without further ado, Xiu reached out and pressed his hand on the dark elf's temple, and the dark elf's cry suddenly stopped. When Xiu released his hand, the dark elf hung on the rack with its head drooping softly, motionless. Xiu summoned the necromancer's contract space and threw the dark elf's corpse into it. This was a rare material. The lich thought that the dark elf, who had been made into a living corpse, would never disobey him again, and it was impossible for him to have such a stupid idea again.

Verla watched all this in awe, and when she found that the lich was wearing the same clothes as the demon who suddenly disappeared before, she was completely stunned. When Du Ze saw the dark elf lowering its head, he thought it had just fainted. When Xiu threw it into the undead contract space, he realized that the dark elf was dead.

Dead…?

It doesn't feel real. Is it because the dark elf died so quietly, or is it because subconsciously I still think this is just a novel?

After Xiu finished all this, he turned around and took a step towards Du Ze, then he fell straight into the sea of ​​bones.

Du Ze watched Xiu fall down neatly. He threw away the chaotic emotions in his head, trembling and ran to Xiu's side, and checked Xiu's condition anxiously. When he found that Xiu seemed to be just asleep, Du Ze subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then he remembered that it was written in "Mixed Blood" that every time the protagonist changes his form, he will lie down for a few days, otherwise it would be too buggy to change the form at any time without cost. According to the author, the protagonist must awaken the blood of all eight races before he can change his form without scruples.

What should I do now? Du Ze looked at the bones around him in bewilderment.

At this time, Willa hesitated for a long time, and finally took a step forward: "Hello."

Seeing Du Ze looking at her expressionlessly, Vera became even more nervous for some reason, even though she could clearly sense that the other party was weak and vulnerable.

"I am the Lord of Beria City. Would you like to visit Beria City?"

***

Xiu opened his eyes, and the light on his face felt warm. How long had it been since he last saw the light?

This is a strange room, not decorated much but very comfortable. Xiu was about to get up when he found something heavy on him. Xiu opened the quilt and saw Du Ze almost half-naked and pressed against him. The black-haired young man was sleeping soundly in his arms, his glasses had been taken off, his face pressed tightly against his chest, his soft black hair brushing against his skin from time to time with his breathing. Not only his head, but Du Ze's hands and feet were almost wrapped around him, the two of them were so tightly fitted that there was almost no gap.

Xiu was stunned. What was going on?

Author has something to say: Protagonist: What's going on? Reader: A counterattack. Protagonist: ...Author: A sacrifice. Protagonist: Got it. Reader: ...You were ignoring me just now, weren't you? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻